A guy tried to dispose of some trash, only to find that in totalitarian Amerika, "the dump buries you in dump rules. … [It] refuses to take my cans of old paint unless I buy $45 of cat litter and over a period of several weeks suffer the hassle of drying the paint into a solid form by constantly mixing the cat litter into the liquid paint until it is transformed from a liquid to a rock solid form."

Ah, but then he recalls "another frustrating place, the Transportation Security Administration," which confiscated his "Starbucks grande' mocha....